The Galelings Blog Archive on June 16, 2011, 12:00

by HorseFeathers, age 18

Skies beckon with empty rooms
soon to be filled with downy clouds

The breezy buzz of gliding high
stirs joyous nickers into flight

Not a herd nor a flock
but a Gloria none the less

White rain to golden apples
A plethora of singing colors

To some they are the Pegasi
to others winged beasts of the sky

Galelings is the bestowed name
For their wings gust the windstorms